Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.